A year after being separated from his family, a father writes an honest letter to his oldest son about faith, forgiveness, unconditional love, and the hope that one day they’ll fish together again.
This is the first in an ongoing series of letters to my three sons. It’s a father’s heartfelt testimony about faith, mistakes, hope, and the prayer that they would always keep Jesus Christ at the center of their lives.
My father was my coach, my best friend, and my hero. I didn’t have him long enough, but what he planted in me never left.
Some men build houses, decks, fences, and businesses. Others build something far greater, a legacy. This is a tribute to my father, Graylyn Davis, a man whose faithfulness to God, commitment to marriage, and love for his family taught me what true biblical manhood looks like.
Father’s Day is supposed to be filled with laughter, memories, and time with your children. But what happens when you’re a father watching those moments happen from a distance? This is my journey of grief, faith, and trusting God to restore what was lost.
Letter to my children, I’m not good at saying these things out loud, so I’m writing them down. To my kids and grandkids: you are my legacy, my prayer, and the reason I keep showing up.